In the cold mists of dawn old knight the castle leaves
A-headed grimly out to muster many swords
For fell enchantress her dark magic weaves
To war once more goading hot-headed lords— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 19, 2018
I swore last oaths unto the east
And bared my blade on high
Then took two ladies at the feast
Battle tomorrow and I must die— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 18, 2018